i was trying to drown my sorrow but the bitch knew how to swim
we went to the bar
just the two of us
we both had been through this before
but this time was different
it was one of the big ones
we had been together three years
three good years
tough act to follow
tough act to forget
we started by drinking a mickey on the walk
and then ordering doubles, straight up
that's all that i remember
later
someone poured me a cab
and pointed me home
i made it
but not to my home
and not in the door
i was seeing a lady of extremely good temperament
she came home to find me passed out at the door
the hallway covered in the unpleasant business of the evening
with the help of her roommate
they carried me to the couch
i woke in the morning
bearing the scars of my body's disapproval
and the dirty clothes that proved the stories
i was almost embarrassed
almost ashamed
instead
i crawled to the bathtub
filled it with forgiving
scalding hot water
slipped into the steam lite a serpent
and didn't think about it anymore at all
Copyright © michael dennis / Ordinary Press 1982
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